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Post by soulfir3 on Feb 1, 2007 0:51:07 GMT -6
coming out naturally
is not always something
achieved,
many needing help
too blossom
someone to show us how to breathe
inhaling our life
exhaling it back
one foot after the other
on an uphill track
an illusion of beauty
reality is smeered
until we,
start living it
and we find our own reasons
to believe
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Post by dawness on Feb 1, 2007 5:05:41 GMT -6
to believe that angels
are within each memory cell
and allowing the self be a cherub
floating on eternal spheres,
this is freedom borne
from cleansing the old
being
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Post by Sam on Feb 1, 2007 8:27:59 GMT -6
From cleansing the old being
comes a fresh new awakening day.
a chance to change
and correct the mistakes we have made...
Let me be there in your morning...
Let me watch you dance
across the crowded floor
making your own way
into tomorrow....
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Feb 2, 2007 8:08:55 GMT -6
into tomorrow
my heart, mind and spirit
have already journeyed...
have seen what's possible
on the other side of today...
today...the present...
is where this empty vessel
continues to roll like a train
slowly coming to a halt,
on the trestle...
i do not know
how i continue
to breathe, in this world...
where two-thirds
of me, are already gone...
but, i do...so I continue
to carry on...just carry on...
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Post by Sam on Feb 2, 2007 11:15:19 GMT -6
I continue to carry on...just carry on...
and that is all that I can do right now...
though the world is in constant motion,
I feel concreted to this moment,
this one single moment,
as though the world would laugh at me
and my simple attempts at happiness
just fall further away...
leaving me to wonder why?
Sam
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Post by bichsa on Feb 2, 2007 11:27:20 GMT -6
leaving me to wonder why?
You never complain
you never cry
you take what life gives
you open your heart and truly live
you show us
that no matter what
life bestows
it is what emulates
from whats inside
that truly shows
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Post by dawness on Feb 2, 2007 11:42:37 GMT -6
from whats inside
that truly shows the pores
of your ancient skin,
black, white. yellow.
brown race,
arent' we made from the same
branch?
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Post by Sam on Feb 2, 2007 13:08:43 GMT -6
arent' we made from the same
branch?
and If the branch doesn't fall
far from the tree,
isn't there a part of you
somewhere in me?
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Feb 3, 2007 0:18:42 GMT -6
*WOW! Bichsa joined us for some sun and fun, girls!
Great to see you on the word games forum, Cheryl!*
Somewhere in me...
Is a bad seed...
Or so it has been said...
As a child, I used to wait with dread
for this seed to grow into a vine from within me...
Tendriling past my lips, twining from my ears and nostrils...
Turning me into a topiary animal...
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Post by amycando on Feb 3, 2007 8:58:37 GMT -6
Turning me into a topiary animal...
might be an improvement
because then I'd look good again
and people would find pleasure in gazing upon me
the one whose garden I graced would
in some way,
love me.
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Post by soulfir3 on Feb 3, 2007 18:39:48 GMT -6
love me
as a whole
without judgement on my faults
help me
too grow, finding new paths
which we can travel in unison
desire me
as if I am the only one
who could tease your flames
love me
as I love you
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Post by dawness on Feb 4, 2007 4:48:26 GMT -6
as I love you
i leave you to be free
in your own madness
as this is your birthmark,
i did not cut your umbilical chord
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Post by Sam on Feb 5, 2007 13:45:28 GMT -6
I did not cut your umbilical chord
nor would I have you cling to me
even in my darkness....
I am me,
and you are you...
Nothing can combine the two,
except perhaps by chance
we choose to dance
our lives away...
hearts must be
freely joined naturally....
for no amount of wishing
can ever force
the hand of fate...
So...wait..if you must...
but as for me,
I will not hesitate
to reach for love
and hold on
as tightly
as my heart
will let me...
Sam
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Post by dawness on Feb 6, 2007 9:01:36 GMT -6
my heart will let go
farther than the farthest sun
till earth and moon kiss in a space
where destiny crowns the
rites of mating souls
not human
perhaps divine
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Post by Sam on Feb 6, 2007 12:40:09 GMT -6
Perhaps divine intervention
is exactly what is needed
to cure what is ailing you now...
for you seem so afraid
of the choices
you have made
and no one else
can seem
to make you smile....
Sam
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Post by amycando on Feb 6, 2007 21:25:44 GMT -6
You smile....
and my heart skips a beat
you speak and my ears become suction cups
collecting your words
and the sound of your voice with every little nuance
trying to imprint them on my soul
so that when that lovely sound
goes away
I might have at least
a memento in the vivid recollection.
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Post by anirbas on Feb 7, 2007 17:55:13 GMT -6
vivid recollection is as much a curse as a blessing...
the ability can be a pain in the ass and head...
filling my thoughts with memories of things
best not remembered, instead
of the ones best
remembered...
therefore...
vivid recollection
is a double edged sword...
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Post by amycando on Feb 9, 2007 19:17:44 GMT -6
A double edged sword
this, it would seem,
humankind is intent on making
of every tool, whether physical or not,
in this world.
The double edged sword
one side butters the bread
and the other beheads the opposition.
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Post by Sam on Feb 12, 2007 14:49:20 GMT -6
opposition seems futile,
sometimes,
as we look at the world
around us......
What are we supposed to do
with the mess
we are faced with now...
day after day after day?
Turn our head
and walk away
as if we're in the dark still?
Sam
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Post by soulfir3 on Feb 12, 2007 14:58:49 GMT -6
in the dark still night,
i await the call of owls
haunting the hollow valleys with
their echoing voices
familiar in their meaning
yet, I can not remember from where
subtly coaxing,
calming
giving away the fears which have consumed me
owl's eyes shine brightly
wind gathering quickly under
spread wings
he helps guide me back home
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Post by anirbas on Feb 14, 2007 9:54:09 GMT -6
myriadically luscious poeming, ladies! AC...your line about buttering bread and beheading with the same sword...cracked me up sideways laughing so hard...
that's a gooooooooooooood line, poet! wish i'd of thought of it...
Happy Valentine's Day,
me beloved covey of piratical,
poetical ladyfweends!
~*~
Guide me back home...
With your friendly voices
singcrooning dirges and lullabies
and reciting poetry
to me of individual beauty...
Guide me back home...
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Post by Sam on Feb 14, 2007 10:41:31 GMT -6
Guide me back home...
take away this sadness
I am clutching
in my heart today
and please....
lead me on.
I can't make it alone
and I am standing
on shakey ground...
Do I have to bear this?
Can You not forgive me,
receive me,
and just take me
on home today?
Sam
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Post by soulfir3 on Feb 15, 2007 2:10:46 GMT -6
today
i breathed,
so thankful that it was
nothing like yesterday,
or the day before
today
i gave wishful thinking
a new cloud to flow with
silver lining splattered
in vigorous energy
shining with sunshine and smiles
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Post by amycando on Feb 15, 2007 19:50:07 GMT -6
Sunshine and smiles
would fade to a white out
without the contrasting
serious glares and rain.
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Post by Sam on Feb 19, 2007 8:37:15 GMT -6
And rain fell from angry skies
finally matching the mood
I felt deep inside
and I was sadly comforted
knowing the truth
would finally come out...
Sam
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Post by Sam on Feb 21, 2007 14:35:32 GMT -6
knowing the truth
would finally come out...
was no consolation.
Pretending everything
to be normal
wasn't working either.
The signs were there,
clearly visable,
in the lines on her face..
There was no hiding place
for her tortured heart...
face drawn tightly
with worry lines deep...
dark circles around her eyes
from nights of fitful sleep...
waiting and worrying
to no avail.....
there was no escaping
her self made hell...
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Feb 21, 2007 21:32:38 GMT -6
(((((Sam)))))
[whispers in Sam's ear...
may you sleep, sweet child, sleep...
ere next you lay your head to pillow...
may the Sandman bring you gifts
of dreams most mellow...
as you sleep, sweet child, sleep...]
Her self made hell...Your self made hell...
My self made hell...His self made hell...
We all have one...A self made hell...
The only places hell really does exist...
Is inside us...In each individual mind,
heart and spirit...
Hell is transmutable, though...
Hell looks different to everyone...
Just like heaven...Another place
that really only exists...Inside us...
In each individual mind, heart and spirit...
Her self made hell...Your self made hell...
My self made hell...His self made hell...
We all have one...A self made hell...
It's part of what makes us human and real...
It's part of what makes us individually beautiful...
Dark circles, fine lines, tired minds and all...
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Post by dawness on Feb 22, 2007 7:45:19 GMT -6
tired minds and all, let cushions
of prayer beads multiply
in swaying hums
for to sleep without sound
is stillness suspended in time
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Post by soulfir3 on Feb 22, 2007 15:03:02 GMT -6
suspended in time,
i watch the ripples fall back into themselves
shadows of trees
extended too water's edge
long leaf fingers dipped casually
into the cold depths
rushing torrent of the rapids
pull the ripples from their calmness
rushing into oblivion and beyond
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Post by Sam on Feb 22, 2007 15:40:40 GMT -6
Rushing into oblivion
and beyond
head down low
eyes closed
I see through you...
My imagination set free....
as the ripples fall naturally
into the flow of the stream
I am lost in peaceful dream
until tomorrow's light...
Sam
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